I have a friend that needs a gypsy caravan and I have to say, I can see the appeal.
Today I am grateful for:
The discomfort. -The artistic purgatory that accompanies any moving forward or deeper or just plain old moving on. I’m learning how to sit here. I’m learning how to handle this part of the stagnant ride.
My capable body. whether or not I’m pleased with its extra rolls and rounds from the holiday time.
Daylight lasting a little longer.
A well worn path of snow leading to my front door.
The semi-circle of handy people gathered around me ready to push up their sleeves and work on woodstove installing.
My retirement home will be a gypsy caravan. My plan is to build it on an old travel trailer frame my dad has. Just to fit my king size husband into a double bed size home.
man, I’d love a caravan like this. I used to think gypsies were so romantic when I was little.
what a wonderful list, I particularly like the snow and warmth – two very lovely things to be grateful for.
I’m with you – I absolutely fluctuate between wanting to be a gypsy that hangs little bells everywhere and wanting to be a modern swede whose minimal aesthetic is unsurpassed!